She danced in the halcyon days
Lacking sense of the coming blaze
Left hand right hand
Twisting and turning in the fruitful land
She spreads her wings
Oh...Life playing the right strings
Soon she began to rise
Reaching for the highs
Before she could reach a threshold
Life’s warmth froze from the cold
Eagles purpose cut off
With nothing but a whooping cough
Watching as her happiness went down the drain
She got up.....it’s never late to try again